The Undercover Detective part 14 the final part
- 4 years ago
- 17
- 0
The Undercover Detective Part 13 free porn video
The Undercover Detective Part 13
July 14th continued
It was nearly six o'clock, by the time we started the interview. He had
an expensive solicitor in with him, rather than the duty solicitor. It
was clear from the start that he had been advised to just keep saying, no
comment. It was clear that he recognised me from seeing me at one or more
of the normal trans meeting places.
I asked him whether he wanted to be called James or Jilly. He did not
answer so we stuck with his legal given name. I wanted to find out why
someone, who had clearly been, at the very least, a regular cross
dresser, had decided to prey on the trans community. At one time he had
been a happy, integrated member of that community. We could not get
answers.
We laid out the bones of the evidence that we had against him. We made it
sound extremely strong, although we did have gaps. We had none of the
phones through which he made his demands. We had recovered evidence of
the demands from Anne and Delia's phones but it would have been good to
get proof that he had sent the demands. The only demand that we could
definitely pin on him, was the last one. The last demand was the solid
base of our case. The rest needed some work in order to pin him for
everything.
When we questioned him about the two suicides, he showed absolutely no
remorse. The solicitor was clearly expecting to get his man released, but
we intended to keep him in the cells overnight and get him remanded in
custody, at the magistrate's court in the morning.
We had a break after an hour of questioning and went back to the office
to discuss our next move. As we went up to the office we passed a couple
of PCs who were speaking loud enough for me to hear. They were talking
about it being a disgrace that fairies who dress up in women's clothes,
were aloud to work in the station. It was clear that they intended me to
hear. When I got to the CID office I received some looks but no comments.
A couple, of those of who knew me, waved a greeting.
We spent another hour grilling our prisoner before breaking for the
evening. Fran would be going to the court, first thing in the morning, in
order to press for a remand in custody.
It was late when I got back to Mary's.
I saw that Carol was chatting to Mary and had seemed upset. I found out
that, when she had seen the doctor that morning, he had performed an
emergency orchiectomy. The tests had shown that her testicles had been
badly infected. Had she gone undiagnosed much longer, it could have been
quite dangerous.
I was exhausted and was in bed asleep before eleven. I had been
disappointed by the reaction of some of my colleagues to me. Some were
great, others were quite nasty.
July 15th
When I got up, I felt quite odd and then I was sick. I was worried that I
had picked up some bug. First Sue and then Carol heard me in the
bathroom. When I came out they were both grinning, telling me, that I
probably had morning sickness. My body was reacting to the hormones.
Fran was able to get our man remanded, on the basis of his likelihood of
absconding and his potential threat to victims. Fran and the team were
going to do more groundwork before interviewing him again. I was going to
visit the first victim's wife, to see if there were any leads from that
end. Fran had checked whether any investigations had taken place about
the suicide. Apparently, there had been no suspicion of foul play and the
victim had been very depressed for several weeks before the suicide.
There had been a history of instability.
I would also take a photo of our suspect, dressed as Jilly, to all the
venues that I could think he might have attended. I wanted to find anyone
who could give us information about his activities.
Great news, later that morning, Megan had been offered the job. Mum
phoned to tell me. Mum also warned me that Megan had been talking about
sharing a flat with me, when she moved to London. My flat was too small
for the two of us, with just one bedroom. It would be fine for Megan
though, while I was at Mary's. On her salary, she would be able to afford
it.
I phoned the widow of the first suicide victim and asked if I could come
to see her. She was intrigued as to why I wanted to speak to her. It had
been three months since her husband had committed suicide and this was
the first interest that the police had shown, since the first two days
after the suicide. She wanted to know if it was anything to do with the
inquest. She had been told that the inquest would not be for another four
months. I informed her that I wanted to ask her some questions that were
not directly related to the inquest but could later inform the inquest.
When I met Mrs Benson, the suicide victim's widow, she was a very smart,
good looking woman, in her fifties. She welcomed me in and we sat down to
talk. She was aware of her husband's confusion about both sexuality and
gender. Her husband had been a dentist, with a very profitable practice.
He had suffered from bouts of depression for all of his adult life. In
the period before his suicide, he had become nervous, depressed and
anxious. He had also become very secretive. Since, before they had
married, her husband, Gerald, had loved wearing women' clothes and, in
his youth, he had been able to pass.
Gerald had been a pillar of the local community, serving as a councillor
and had been a very active mason with active Provincial Grand Rank. He
had managed to hide both his bipolar problems and his cross dressing from
all apart from his wife and his close, cross dressing friends. Mrs Benson
spoke of him as a loving and devoted husband, whose problems had been
outweighed by his virtues. He had attempted suicide, once before, during
one deep depression, so she had not been as shocked as she might have
been, when he succeeded.
He had taken an overdose of drugs, in a cocktail, when she had been away,
overnight visiting their son. She had arrived back, in the evening, to
find him dead. The police had made some brief enquiries, but given his
history, they took it as just another case.
It wasn't until probate was being sorted, that the disappearance of over
?70,000, from their savings, was discovered. She had contacted the police
to tell them about it, but they had closed the file. The news of the
blackmail, explained a puzzle that had been deeply bothering her. She had
known something had been wrong but had not realised what it was, or why
the money had gone.
She had found her husband's phone and let me take it away. I left a very
sad woman, who believed that, if her husband had confided in her, she
could have sorted his problems.
16th July
I spent Thursday evening going round the haunts of trans people and cross
dressers. Several people recognised James or Jilly, but I could find out
nothing other than the fact that Jilly had been quite standoffish with
her previous friends, for quite a few months now. She had told a couple
of her erstwhile friends, that she would soon be having sexual
reassignment surgery and extensive cosmetic surgery.
Friday morning I was sick again. I hoped that this did not go on too
long. Carol was still feeling the effects of her surgery and rested at
Mary's. I worked at the shop during the day and then did another tour of
likely spots to get information on our blackmailer. Nothing of value was
forthcoming.
18th July
Saturday morning I was sick again, this was not fun. Later that morning
Carol, Sue and I went out shopping. In the afternoon, we all went to the
Salon to get our hair and nails done. It was lovely getting pampered. It
cheered Carol up, who was starting to feel better. The operation would
mean that she would now need less drugs to continue her journey.
I told the girls about my meeting with David and how nice he had been. I
wasn't sure how I felt about him. Talking about him, helped me get a
handle about how I felt. The more I talked, the more I realised that I
would like to see him again. Did that mean that I was starting to fancy
men. I still could not see myself in a sexual relationship with a man,
but David was nice.
The girls took the mick relentlessly. They kept making kissing noises
every time I mentioned his name. They kept asking me, when was I going to
give him a ring. It was fun, but I still wasn't sure. I had not given him
my number, so it was entirely up to me.
I was picked up at five by Max. Chunk was driving and I sat in the back
with Maggie. When we got to the venue in Brighton, I kept a close eye on
Max and Chunk. They delivered packages to a couple of men, one of whom
was a door man at the club.
I loved performing that evening. I was so much more confident and the
punters loved me. I had far too many drinks bought for me after my show
and I think I must have had too much because it got to the stage when I
was not objecting to being groped. I fell asleep on the way back and got
back to Mary's in the early hours.
Sunday morning, I felt awful. Not only did I have the morning sickness, I
had a stinking headache. I did not go far that day.
21st July
On Monday Megan Phoned.
"Hi, baby sister, how is it going?"
"I'm good, how about you?"
"Did mum tell you my news?"
"What, about the job?"
"Yeah, it's brilliant, I will be the head of HR. I beat several men to
the job. It was a good job that I qualified as a full member of the CIPD,
my professional qualifications, my experience and my natural brilliance
swung it. I am due to start in three weeks time. When are you going to
move back into your flat?"
"I have no idea, at the moment, I am happy at Mary's. if I end my period
under cover, I suppose that I will have to move out. Everything is very
up in the air. I am overdue a meeting with the commander. He was talking
about setting up this new unit. After the last few weeks, I am not so
sure that I want to be part of it."
"Why is that?"
"I met with some very negative attitudes from some of my fellow officers,
each time I went into the station as Mandy. Some of the comments were
quite upsetting. Most people were either nice or, at worst, neutral, but
enough people were nasty to make me feel uncomfortable enough to go and
have a cry afterwards."
"Wow, that doesn't sound good."
"No, anyway why do you want to know about the flat, as if I didn't know?"
"Can I use it while I settle in to the job? It would be so handy for
commuting to Wandsworth."
"Of course you can, on one condition."
"What is that?"
"You must pay the bills and contribute at least 50% of the rent."
"Done. How are things going?"
"I have been on hormones for less than a month and I am getting morning
sickness. I haven't noticed any physical changes yet, but I am getting
more emotional. When I had my crying fit, I was comforted by a very nice
young doctor as I was sitting on a park bench. He gave me his number and
I am tempted to give him a ring."
"Do you fancy him?"
"I don't know. I certainly thought that he was very nice. The problem is
that, if I do see him again, what do I tell him about myself? Do I tell
him that I am transgender? What will his reaction be? Is it worth risking
rejection?"
"If you are serious about becoming a woman, you are going to have to face
up to interacting with the world. You can't just hide, that would be a
narrow little life. If you are serious about what you are doing, you are
going to have to take risks about how people will treat you."
I could see the sense in what Megan was saying. We chatted on for a while
and made arrangements for me to send her a key for the flat.
I continued to trawl around for people who knew our blackmailer. He
seemed to have changed for the worse after his boyfriend left to go back
to Spain about a year ago. There seemed to have been a bust up that ended
a relationship that had last five or six years.
I phoned Fran to see about progress on the blackmail case. They were
still digging and were not going to interview our blackmailer for a day
or so.
That evening Dolores got in touch. There was a show on at predominantly
Gay pub in south London on Wednesday night and her act had pulled out at
the last minute. Could I stand in? I thought that it would be fun, so I
said yes.
Tuesday was a dead day. Nothing came from Fran, I found nothing new about
our blackmailer and it was a quiet day in the shop. I told Sue and Carol
about my surprise gig and they decided that they wanted to come and
watch.
On Wednesday I was still getting morning sickness but it was not as bad.
I contacted Fran and she told me that they would be interviewing our
blackmailer again that day, but that I was not needed. The inspector had
decided that he was going to take over. Fran was a bit put out by the
fact that the inspector clearly thought that this would be a good case to
further his career.
On Wednesday evening the three of us went off to my gig. It was in a pub
catering for the gay community in south London. It was my first solo
performance. It was a 30 minute slot. I now had seven songs that I could
perform with backing tapes and I could fill up the rest with patter. I
changed at the venue and went on after a gushing introduction from the
pub landlord.
My patter might not have gone down as well as I liked, but my songs went
down a treat. I loved the singing and I loved the applause. I could get
quite hooked on this. When I finished, I basked in the applause and then
went to sit with Carol and Sue. They both complemented me and said that
they were surprised at how good I was. Several drinks appeared on our
table, complements of my audience.
Several of the crowd came over and wanted to talk. It was a mess of
people and noise. All of a sudden, cutting through the rest was a drunken
voice that I recognised.
"Mike Tregidden, I thought it was you. Who would have thought it? The
Cornish Copper in drag. Here was me thinking you were boringly straight
and now I find that you are a raving woopsy, just like me. Just think of
the opportunities I missed, to shag you when we were at the police
college together. I thought that you were totally straight and going to
marry that girl you lived with. Mister top copper turns out to be a drag
queen. Fancy a shag for old times sake?"
"I would like to say how nice it is to see you, Jim, but I must decline
your offer."
"I heard that you had been fast tracked into CID. Have you given it all
up and gone into drag queen work instead? You were such a straight laced,
dedicated bastard, top of the class and all, give us a kiss. Do you want
a dance? Do they know that you dress up girly in the job?"
"Well it has been lovely meeting you Jim, we really must be going now."
I grabbed the clothes that I had arrived in and dragged Sue and Carol out
of the pub, just bidding the landlord a quick farewell and picking up my
?150 fee. I managed to get us a taxi and the three of us piled in.
"Who was that guy Mandy? What is all this about the police? I thought
that you were straight out of university. Have you been lying to us all?
Does Mary know that you were not telling her the truth? Are you really in
the police?"
"Shit, I could have done without that stupid bastard turning up. I am
surprised that he got through the course at Hendon Police College. I have
absolutely no objection to the fact the he is gay, out and proud. I do
have objection to the fact that he is stupid. He should never have been
allowed to pass."
"Are you a copper?"
"Yes."
"Why are you at Mary's, pretending to be transgender?"
"I can assure you that it is not a pretence now, it might have been, when
I met you at breakfast, that first morning, but it isn't now. I have
realised a lot about myself over the last two months. I now know who I
need to be. Had it not been for the last two months, I could have gone
through life with that incomplete feeling, not knowing what it was I was
missing. I might have discovered who I was after I was married with a
family and then ruined innocent lives. This has been a blessing for me."
"Why are you at Mary's?"
"You remember the murders of cross dressed people that were taking
place?"
"Yes."
"Well I had newly joined the team, in CID, working on the case. The nasty
shit of a DCI that was leading the case, forced me into going undercover,
to get information about the killings. At first, I hated the idea of
presenting as a woman, but it was surprising how quickly I realised that
I had discovered something fundamental about who I really am. I decided
fairly early on, who I wanted to be and that was Mandy. That is why I
have been on hormones for the last month. Mary has known about me for
quite a while and has kept it a secret. I hope that you two can do the
same. I would like to stay undercover for as long as possible."
"I think we would both agree, but there were a lot of guys in the pub,
that heard that idiot and there is no way he is going to keep his
discovery to himself. Is the police stuff why you keep disappearing?"
"Yes, the injuries that I got were not from a mugging but from when I
captured the murderer. I was used as bait to draw him out and it nearly
ended up with me being killed. I was lucky. I caught the guy that has
been doing the blackmailing as well. He is in custody and I am waiting to
get called in to interview him."
"Are you still going to carry on under cover?"
"I would like to. I don't fancy going back into the CID office as I am."
"You can't have just left uni, how old are you?"
"Correct, I am twenty three. I graduated two years ago."
The events of the evening had shaken me up. I had gone from a high, as a
reaction to the audience's applause, to a low with the intervention of
that drunken idiot. Both Sue and Carol realised how upset I was and gave
me a lovely cuddle all the way back in the taxi. I knew that word of what
I was doing would spread fast through the police. Juicy gossip is always
enjoyed.
Sue spent the night with me, giving me a lovely cuddle. It took me a
while to get to sleep and stop sobbing. Shit.
23rd July
On Thursday morning I awoke with Sue giving me a lovely start to the day.
She ended giving me a sloppy, cum filled kiss. It cheered me up to know
that Sue was still on my side. I contacted Fran to see about progress and
whether I was wanted in. The case was building nicely with everything
that I had given them, especially the first victim's phone. The case was
getting stronger and stronger, but I was feeling side lined.
I brought Mary up to speed and told her my worries about what was going
to happen next. I then got onto Dolores on the pretext of finding out
what gigs were possible for me. I wanted to get an idea if Dolores was
implicated in Max's drug dealing.
"Thanks for last night's gig Dolores, it was fun."
"I have already had good reports from the landlord. He thought that you
had done a great job. He was going to come over for a chat, but he said
that you upped and left in a rush. Was there anything wrong?"
"No, it was just a persistent drunk being a nuisance. Is there much in
the way of gigs coming up?"
"I will be happy to keep stuff coming your way. You still need to work on
your act and build up your repertoire."
"Good, I will get on with it. It was interesting working with Max. What
do you think of him?"
"He is a very good entertainer, but not a very nice person."
"In what way?"
"I have heard rumours of violence, involvement with criminal gangs and
even drugs. I have had no direct proof though. If I knew, for definite,
that he was up to no good, I would have to dump him."
"What about Chunk?"
"He is just scary."
I found out from Dolores what gigs people were doing, on the pretence
that I wanted to watch and learn. In so doing, I found out where and when
Max was performing.
I passed that information on to Fran.
On Friday I had my second set off hormone shots. I had not seen much
change except the morning sickness and the fact that I had become more
emotional. My nipples were itching and I suppose that they may have grown
a bit, though that could be wishful thinking.
Mary had spoken to her friend, the commander, about what the future held
for me. I was now well beyond the recovery period that the commander had
given me. I was nearly fully recovered and I had been involved in police
work, for some time. Mary said that the Commander had been evasive about
the future.
I spent the day in the shop with Carol. Sue spent the day at a beauty
salon, not as a customer, but as a potential employee. They were
discussing her becoming an apprentice at the salon. She would work there
and study, part time at the local FE college.
Mary fixed me up with a maid job for the Saturday lunchtime and
afternoon, with the lovely Judge and Barrister. This time, it was at the
Barrister's house. I was looking forward to seeing them again, they were
two charming, wise old birds.
I saved the best for last. I phoned David. He sounded really pleased to
hear from me he wanted to know if I was happier now and whether my
problem had been solved. He also asked if I would like to meet him for a
meal on Saturday. We chatted for quite a while about nothing at all. I
agreed to meet him for dinner at seven. When I rang off, I felt quite
bubbly and excited. I could not remember having butterflies like this
before.
I have to tell him about being transgender. It may all end in tears.
Pansy
- 19.07.2022
- 17
- 0
The Undercover Detective part 8
- 2 years ago
- 19
- 0
The Undercover Detective part 11
- 4 years ago
- 18
- 0
